Chapter 115

Dorian had a fleeting urge to explain himself—that he was merely comforting Zara, and nothing else happened, but the words got stuck in his throat. He couldn't keep indulging Lila. This time, he would wait for her to come begging him. It wouldn't take long. Lila nodded. "That spot over there is more private. If you two cuddle there, no one will see." "Are you done talking?" His expression darkened. Her lips curled into a faint smile. "I'm done. I won't disturb you two anymore." With that, she turned and walked away just as she said she would, not sparing a glance at the frustrated man behind her. Dorian took a deep breath, but the mood was ruined. Lowering his head, he met Zara's gaze. Her eyes were filled with admiration and dependency, carrying a hint of something more. It satisfied the ego of a successful man like him. Lila's gaze in the past had been warm and full of love, even tender when they were alone. But it never carried admiration. In her eyes, they were always equal